I call'd the devil, and he came,
And with wonder his form did I closely scan;
He is not ugly, and is not lame,
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of life is the devil,
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil;
A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate,
He talks quite glibly of church and state.
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If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image read more
If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; not that he practices it, but read more
No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; not that he practices it, but he suffers from it.
His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it
shall bring him to the king of terrors.
His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it
shall bring him to the king of terrors.
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape read more
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may read more
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.
When you're between any sort of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea sometimes looks very inviting.
When you're between any sort of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea sometimes looks very inviting.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
